A funny thing happened on my way to a parade last Carnival. Actually, several funny things happened.
The whole family went to downtown New Orleans after church to see what we could of the parades. There were several that day. We parked near the Superdome, walked through the Hyatt Regency and then headed down to see where we could find a place to watch.
So there we were, many blocks away from St. Charles Avenue or Canal Street, and there's a guy walking down the street carrying a trombone. That's not the kind of thing you see in most major cities.
I mentioned the trombone player to my oldest, and he said he didn't notice.
I don't think there are many places where you'll see a trombone player walking down the street and not notice.
But that wasn't the funny part.
We walked down to St. Charles Avenue, but it was just too crowded. There might have been room for one or two people, but not five, at least not together. So, we headed toward Canal. Canal is a much wider street than St. Charles, and the parade does a loop, so there's a lot more space for spectators.
We walked back a block or two, and then walked parallel to St. Charles toward Canal. We were not in a real hurry since it was between parades.
Along the street, walking the other way, comes a guy dressed like a clown. Not just a clown, but more like a court jester. No, more like the joker from a deck of cards. He is in costume from the top of his pointy hat the the ends of his pointy shoes, and he was wearing white face makeup.
"You know," he said to his normally-dressed friend as he walked by, "the farther we get from the parade route, the sillier I look."
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